STOREHOUSE OF LOVE

The Storehouse of Love is never empty
The more that's taken, the more He will give.
He is unlimited in compassion,
The Spiritual Strength of all who live.
He engages unfortunate, fallen souls
In this age of hypocracy
By singing the Holy Names of God
We can develop humility

What will make us happy, what always makes us cry?
Why for only a minute we live and the very next minute we die?
We all have aspirations for power, to control our very destiny.
We never know how to accept though the Gift is given for free

The Storehouse of Love is never empty
The more that's taken, the more He will give.
He is unlimited in compassion,
The Spiritual Strength of all who live.
He engages unfortunate, fallen souls
In this age of hypocracy
By singing the Holy Names of God
We can develop humility

The political leaders, the modern scholars,
All of the Doomsday preachers,
To satisfy the many polluted hearts
Of those madly searching for cheaters,
Proclaim salvation for all the souls
Teaching pleasure just comes from matter
While the world just grinds out more pain,
Both in this life and many hereafter.

The Storehouse of Love is never empty
The more that's taken, the more He will give.
He is unlimited in compassion,
The Spiritual Strength of all who live.
He engages unfortunate, fallen souls
In this age of hypocracy
By singing the Holy Names of God
We can develop humility

Please bear witness to all
The compassionate philantrophists
All the deeds of so-called mercy
Sure make some impressive lists.
Noble deeds are often ruined
By underhanded ways of making a living
Yet the stay so proud and tell the world,
"We are the masters of giving."
But giving is not that easy
When one has not a thing to give
Not a thing to lose except
Maybe the will to live.
We never learn how to accept
Though Sri Govinda has given us all
We only seek pleasure from matter,
Thus smash our heads against the wall.

The Storehouse of Love is never empty
The more that's taken, the more He will give.
He is unlimited in compassion,
The Spiritual Strength of all who live.
He engages unfortunate, fallen souls
In this age of hypocracy
By singing the Holy Names of God
We can develop humility

The reason I always lament,
The missing nectar from my life.
Cannot be tasted in wealth or fame,
Glory or freedom from strife.
By reciprocating the Love Govinda has for me
I take a drink from the Storehouse of Love
Entering His Supreme Abode,
With the straw on the street above.

The Storehouse of Love is never empty
The more that's taken, the more He will give.
He is unlimited in compassion,
The Spiritual Strength of all who live.
He engages unfortunate, fallen souls
In this age of hypocracy
By singing the Holy Names of God
We can develop humility